Today has been a rough day. And I mean rough in every, single way. My muscles ache something fierce, my incision feels like it’s going to rip open, my brain is a foggy mess and I’ve been weepy all day. Seriously, tears started streaming down my cheeks the second my husband came home because I missed him and was convinced he stayed at work all day to avoid the mess that is me at the moment. Obviously, there is no truth in this line of thinking and it’s clearly from massive amounts of drugs being pumped into my body over the past week, lack of solid sleep, leftover stress, frustration from not being “myself” and heaven knows what else. Just trying to remember that this is part of recovery and healing and when any of you experience this, please reach out. Much love.
